was the table, was the chair, sat a child
in the kitchen and ate, was it still in the hall,
did no one wander around and count
their own steps, the window cross whiter
than usual at evening, small creatures in flight
transected the yard and dust lay on the glass
and a child was very still, was something
occurred with a bolt, was hot at the base
and faded, burst, a child opened its eyes wide
and could, it could not find anything.